Cuffs and Consequences! David vs Jean (Handcuffs Match)

When David met him in the center, Jean figured he would go for some kind of power move. That was his go-to against Jean it seemed, and this time he was ready. As his arm was yanked Jean prepared his other elbow, smashing David across the face before he was tossed to the mat.

The hip-toss alone was not enough by itself to keep Jean down, so it seemed David followed up with a hard fist to his gut. Jean coughed as the air was forced from his lungs so suddenly, covering up his stomach with his arms just in case David was going to continue. And not even ten seconds later David was back delivering one of his finishers right into his head.

Jean's eyes fluttered into the back of his head as he fell onto his back, having momentarily blacked out from the force of the hit. He let out a low groan a few seconds later and his limbs began to stir, moving slightly, but he was still too far out to think about getting up.

Dave seized the moment, dragging Jean to the corner where he found a pair and slapping one of the cuffs on Jean, locking it on his boyfriend's wrist. The pain from the elbow to his head hurt like hell, but now the end was in sight as he was securing the other handcuff to the rope. Know safe in the knowledge that Jean wasn't going anywhere, he went over to the corner where he saw Jean looking, and sure enough, found the second pair hiding. Dave looked over at his beaten boyfriend, breathing heavily.

Dave was bruised, beaten, and exhausted. They both were. Now it was up to David to end this, as he made his way back to Jean with the other pair.

Jean was still groggy and out of it when David clinked the first pair of cuffs to his wrist. As he tried to reach for his face, he started to become aware of the limitations of his movement. His eyes fluttered open as he tugged on his cuffed wrist, slightly panicking until the memory of where he was and was going on came flooding back to him.

Fuck!! Jean thought, tugging futilely at his wrist. He had high expectations for this match, he'd even planned out what he was going to say when he won, but here David was crossing the ring with the other set of cuffs.

Since he was cuffed to the rope, Jean still had a few options mobility wise. However, the pounding in his head was so loud it made it difficult to focus on anything other than the pain. He scooted himself back till he was in the corner again, and then he was simply out of options.

Still, he wasn't going to give David the satisfaction of giving up. Jean placed his free arm between him and the corner post and closed the gap, looking up at David with a pained yet defiant and challenging look on his face that screamed 'Come and get me'.

Dave sighed, "Jean, it's no use. Know I don't take pleasure in hurting you, and god know the two of us have been through enough this match."

Taking a step forward, he was careful to stay out of Jean's reach, "That pain in your head is surely making you dizzy right about now. You're probably too disoriented to defend against me."

"Just know that to me you are an amazing fighter. One of the best I have ever fought."

With that said, Dave closed the space between them and shoved another punch to Jean's gut before delivering another blow to the temple.

Jean shook his head when David implied that he just ought to give up. So what if he couldn't think straight and had exactly a 0% chance of getting of his handcuffs without a key, he was allowed to be just as stubborn as he wanted.

David's compliments about his skills were a sharp contrast to his next actions. He went for another two punch combo, drilling one into Jean's abs and then another across the temple. Jean's head rolled to the side, and aside from the steady rise and fall of his chest, he was unmoving.

Dave sighed, taking no pride in that shot as he saw Jean's head fall limply to the side, and his breathing fell to a more relaxed rhythm. Reaching down he took Jean's other arm, latching the cuffs onto that wrist as well. After securing it to the rope on the other side of the corer, Dave looked at the ref, telling him to ring the bell.

DING!DING!DING!

The ref came over, handing the key to the cuffs to Dave, telling him that he may do with Jean as he wished.

Even with both of his wrists being cuffed to the sides of the ropes, Jeans eyes were still closed and his breathing even. The loud ringing of the bell that signaled the end of the match did little to wake him, Jean was still out cold. After having taken so many shots to the head, internally his body was probably on strike, trying to accelerate recovery should Jean decide to abuse it even more.

There would be a couple of things waiting for him when he woke. First would be his second official loss to David, though the blow was somewhat softened this time thanks to the fact it wasn't in front of a live audience. But secondly and more importantly, according to the rules of the match he was now at David's mercy. Whatever he intended to do with that power was yet to be seen.

Dave knelt down next to Jean's limp form, which was hanging by the cuffs. With tender care, he unlatched the handcuffs and gently lowered Jean down to the mat, laying his boyfriend's head on his lap. Leaning down, he whispered in Jean's ear.

"Wake up Jean." he breathed, hoping he hadn't overdid it with that last punch. He lightly tapped Jean's cheek a few times, waiting patiently for the other to stir.

Jean began to stir slightly when his face was tapped, groaning as he brought a hand up to his face. The first thing he noticed was a ringing in his ears and a splitting headache, causing him to wince his eyes shut harder. Next was the dull ache in his back and the slight sting in his abs, all thanks to the lovely guy he was resting on. Speaking of which, he realized he had free mobility of his arms again, which meant the cuffs had been removed.

Jean opened one eye, peeking up through his fingers to see David looking back down at him. "So I lost, huh?" he said softly. "What are you going to do with me? According to the rules, I'm yours..."

Dave smiled when Jean opened his eyes.

"First, YOU are getting some rest and some medical attention. You took a hell of a beating, so I wanna make sure you are ok before anything happens."

He gently kissed Jean on the lips, running a hand through his hair, "After that.....we'll see."